The sun peered between the jagged snow covered mountains, melting scattered patches of hoarfrost and exposing the delicate buds that had been hiding underneath throughout the long winter months. It was a lazy, undeveloped morning rife with potential… a good day for a brisk walk to the market or a hike along the shoreline. Regina could hear the waves breaking against the stony shoreline in the distance, on the other side of the trees.
- Let’s run in the forest ! she said to the dog who jumped in front of the door.

The dog bounded away into the woods, yapping wildly. Regina shook her head, giggling at the dog’s frantic pace. She hurried along the path after the dog. She heard the dog begin to bark wildly up ahead. She rounded the path and stopped in surprise at the scene before her. There, in a small clearing, a cloud of tiny creatures with gossamer wings were sparkling in the air and tiny flowers of all colors were exploding from the ground beneath them. She stood in amazed silence and watched the lovely faeries dance in the sun. She yearned to dance with them, and her small feet began to move in a delicate pattern on the soil as she strained upwards to fly with them.

The dog lost its patience waiting for the dance to stop and barked like crazy. Regina twirled playfully around the dog, inviting him into the dance. “Dance with me, puppy,” she entreated as she bent to stroke his silky ears. The dog began to circle her ankles and emit small yaps of joy as he danced with Regina and the faeries. Their feet crumpled the flowers, releasing a sweet aroma, as flowers continued to burst from the earth.

Something at the center of the circle caught Regina’s eye. A deep red rose there seemed to be growing larger than the other flowers. She stopped dancing to look at it, but nothing seemed to be happening. As she started to dance again the flower got larger. She experimented with stopping and dancing and found that the more she danced the larger the rose became, until it reached over the top of the surrounding trees.

The faeries spun about excitedly, rising into the sky with the flower. They lifted Regina with them into the air, and she found that she was flying and floating with the other faeries. She cried with joy as she floated amongst the small figures with gossamer wings. Below them, flowers of all hues and scents continued to burst forth from the ground.

Not bad for the first story as a group. Thank you to Alphonus, Princess, Mykyl, Lumi13, and arbenlow.

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May’s story is about an old lady that gets sucked into her teakettle and has a psychedelic adventure.